[ He hugs her back, still in shock. He wants to say it's good to see her, too. He wants to be able to mean it. But there's too much going on inside his head. The conflict between being glad she's here, given a second life, running up hard against the mourning he's not sure he's allowed. He feels like he's talking to a ghost, but maybe that's all either one of them is. ]
Yeah. [ Again, the word is barely there. Then he hugs her back a little more firmly. ] Yeah, you too.
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Yeah. [ Again, the word is barely there. Then he hugs her back a little more firmly. ] Yeah, you too.